𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔞

Not to say that my mum isn’t a fashion icon – because I maintain that the bitch is BAD, even at 50 – but I reluctantly admit that my childhood photo album pales in comparison to Coco’s Instagram feed. What’s more, sure, whilst my mum still had authority over my daily outfits I looked like a quirky, gap toothed child from the Mini Boden catalogue. Once pre-teen me gained autonomy over her style, though… neon fishnet gloves from Claire’s and the IMAX 3D glasses with the lenses popped out, amirite ladies? Of course, I don’t believe that Coco picks out 100% of her outfits and her parents don’t claim that she does. They have made clear in various interviews (of which one was with Vogue, darling), however, that the 8-year-old’s role in her online presence is not insignificant. Therefore, I believe it is not a stretch to deem her a fashion icon – a term which is grossly over-used but I’m still going to use it – and, with that, let me explain why and explore the perhaps slightly more unsettling implications of her Instagram fame.